Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
CMW,
John Holt,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.